Dick Grayson and the Eye of the Tiger Chapter five: With This Ring Evan Andrews, 2020
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Dick Grayson was right where he wanted to be: flat on his back, his legs spread wide with a ravishing stud on his haunches between them ready to fuck him to the moon.
"Damn it," Dick whined, "Don't tease me, Tiger. Give me that big dick!"
Needing no further encouragement, the Tiger King of Kandahar rose up on his knees and forced his cock into Dick's guts. All previous resistance was gone. His boy wanted it—and wanted it bad. Encouraged, Tiger buried himself to the root with no issues and began to pump—gently for now. Dick's head fell back into the pillows, and he moaned each time Tiger's fleshy bullet rode over his prostate.
"Fuck me!"
There had been a few titters when the pair of them had rushed into the dining hall at the last minute. Helena had gestured to their places with a knowing smile. Dr. Netz had her enigmatic grin on as well, and Dick winced when he imagined what lurid erotica she must be coming up with—or maybe she wasn't coming up with anything. Maybe she was just transcribing footage from the cameras in his room and around the campus. Most of the staff, however, seem not yet to have caught on yet. The rate Tiger was progressing with his sex student, they soon would, but for now it was still the secret of a select few.
After dinner, the play had proved to be typical period fare: blood, love, and rhetoric. Stilted rhetoric, poisoned love, and an excess of blood, but that was the Jacobeans for you. After the program, Dick and Tiger had ostensibly gone their separate ways, but both their ways just happened to end up in Dick's room again. Clothes were torn away, and they'd fallen into each other's arms and onto the bed.
Now, with Tiger firmly embedded in Dick's ass, the two settled into the ages-old dance of thrust and withdrawal. They kept the dance up for what felt to Dick like hours but was probably no more than thirty minutes. At last, Dick's eyes flew open and he stared up at Tiger with a raw desperation written over his face.
"Stop playing games," the panting bottom managed to groan, "Fuck me for real, Tiger."
"Of course, little hero. Time for you to sing."
Dick hesitated. Thus far they'd been discrete. Dick had bit pillows or any other cloth at hand for a gag, and Tiger was clearly controlling his instinct to roar out his conquest of Dick's fuck-hole. If they fucked as hard as their passions ran hot, though, their cries would be heard far and wide, and that would be the end to secrecy. Had Tiger thought about that?
"What about the neighbors?" Dick asked.
"Fuck the neighbors. Half of them are off campus for the weekend, and the rest are all Spyral agents or St. Hadrian's staff. I think they either know or need to know. What? You can't think that Mr. Minos didn't mean our sordid affair to become public knowledge? Imagine how much it will add to your cover."
That said, Tiger fell into press-up position and began to plow his lover hard and deep. His eleven inches of fuck-flesh were a piston, sinking deep into Dick's tight hole before pulling almost all the way out.
"Fuck yeah! Yeah! Fuck my ass!" Dick moaned loudly.
Tiger acknowledged the command, for such it was, with a grunt. So long as his boy wanted to be dominated he was free to sound like he was in control. They both knew better. Giving free range to his passion, Tiger began to methodically long-dick his little hero's man-pussy.
"You like my big cock," the dark top declared, "You need my dick fucking you crazy, mon cher. Say it!"
"Fuck me! Please!" Dick keened, his begging punctuated by Tiger's pubis beating against his ass cheeks, "Beat my guts to goo!"
"Yeah," Tiger barked, "Fuck your hard! Fuck you deep! Sweet! Fucking! Hot! Ass! FUCK!"
Dick's prostate decided it had enough, and his cock leapt, spraying white gold to anoint his chest and abs. The first volley, though, landed on Dick's face. He had been that wired up.
"Ah! Uh! Oh!" the hero cried out as his soul all but fled his body with his prick's every spasm.
Tiger leaned in, fording a kiss on him, and swallowed the rest of Dick's screams of passion. When the hero hadn't anymore cum in his balls, Tiger pulled out suddenly and sprang up to straddle Dick's chest, beating his meat with a fury. He pointed the head at Dick's face.
"Open your mouth!" he ordered.
Dick let his mouth gape wide just as Tiger's dick began to give up its load. Wad after wad fired into the dark-haired stud's oral cavity, and the hot salty goo slid straight down his throat into his gullet. When Tiger was done shooting, Dick leaned up and started to nurse on the shaft as it slowly lost rigidity. Tiger looked down indulgently and then seemed to remember something.
"I almost forgot," he said, "I have a present for you, little hero."
He rolled over the side of the bed and came back up with his pants. Reaching into the pocket he pulled out a shiny silvery metal ring.
"This," he said, sitting down alongside the exhausted Dick, "Is for you. I'm told that all the hot young gay French Olympians are wearing one this year, and one must always be a la mode."
Carefully, the man who had only a few moments before been a demanding sex tyrant was now gently fitting the ring over Dick's deflating cock. Then, one at a time, he worked the stud's heavy balls up through the ring as well. The ring found its place at the root of Dick's sex almost as if had always been there, as if it was meant to be there. Sitting back on his haunches again, Tiger looked down at his fuck student and smiled.
"A cock-ring looks good on you, little hero, especially with your manscaping. Consider your wearing it as binding as a wedding ring. You are mine. Understand?"
"For better, for worse..." Dick murmured.
"Exactly," Tiger said, "Never take it off, little hero. Never. And always remember us fucking."
The most dangerous man in Spyral lay down beside the man he had just rodded into exhaustion, and the two cuddled until Dick fell asleep.